My brush with Romantic fame for the week. . .
- . . . or more like for the year. While this story doesn't directly
pertain to Keats (rather someone he knew), it's still interesting.
I'm taking a class on British Romantics right now (it's AMAZING. . .
I'm so proud of myself for branching out from just Keats!), and
we're currently reading the works of the great essayists of the
age. Every so often, my prof brings in some books from his rare
book collection. So far, we've seen a 4th edition (1805 I think was
the date) of "Lyrical Ballads," which was pretty exciting. However,
what he brought in yesterday blows that one completely out of the
He had with him a set of three volumes of a novel by Sir Walter
Scott, I believe it was (I don't remember which). But he opened up
to the title page and pointed to some faint writing in the corner,
and said "That signature is Charles Lamb. This was HIS copy." I
think there was a collective gasp. . . it was pretty exciting.
Just thought I'd share that little moment :-)